This is a "happy" post. I hate you all just a tiny bit. I was scared when I started working at my new job. It seemed a disorganized mess. The first day I had the generic new hire training, which I most likely fell asleep for. It was painful, but so are most “training” days. After I managed to get through my first day I met up with the person who was going to be my boss and I found out where I would be sitting for the next few weeks. Everyone in the office who works the same job congregates in this tight little floor space of cubicles. Of course, knowing my luck, that was all full. My cube was down the hall, across the pond, and somewhere in Africa.
I really didn’t mind the location. I was moderately close to a window, and for most of the day it was quiet. I got to enjoy this seclusion only for a couple of weeks. One day, when it was almost quitting time, I was informed that my cube was being given to some new hire that would be assisting someone who also worked in my part of Africa. (Note to my few readers, I really don’t work in Africa. Let’s be clear on that one. I know you’re all pretty gullible but I actually work in North Carolina…Surprise, surprise). This was also, when I was informed that I would be moving a lot closer to all of my coworkers. The sad thing here is that there still wasn’t a spot for me so I would be getting a makeshift cube. While having this conversation, I noticed my future desk being wheeled off to the back side of a cube. My new “cube” would actually only have two walls.
As long as I had a computer with e-mail and internet access it really wouldn’t bother me all that much. I did NOTHING at all during those first few weeks besides online training. Luckily I was in the process of having a few projects transfer to me. It’s weird to say I was happy to be getting some work. Anyways, on the day that I was supposed to get my new half-cube, I actually got some good news. I was being moved yet again, but this time, into a full cube. After some extensive cleaning with a bottle of “Desk & Office Cleaner” I started to familiarize myself with my new home. It’s pretty much what you’d expect. I work in a cubicle. I have a desk. There are walls around me. I have a phone. This shit isn’t rocket science, its corporate America. Yee-haw.
Well let’s fast forward a bit to my current situation. I still have the same number of projects as originally assigned to me. This is nice. I’m fully transitioned onto these projects, and pretty much everyone here seems to go out of their way to help me out on any questions I have. It’s weird…I actually like my job. I’m getting more and more busy everyday and that doesn’t bother me. The first time I saw a paycheck, all I could do was smile, then buy a shit ton of scratch off lottery tickets. I think my total gain in that was about $7.00.
Okay, I know this whole post today doesn’t really fit with the theme or feel of this blog, but I just kind of felt like making a “happy” post. I’m happy. I have a good job; I AM going to be buying a house once I can find one. Life is pretty good right now.
There is just one more thing to note as I finish up this blog post of sunshine and golden showers. (I know). This type of post will be a damn rarity in the future. I like speaking my mind on dumb shit so if anyone has any topics that they’d like to hear me rant on, just leave a comment and I promise I’ll try to write something on it. I’m not wearing any clothes right now.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
My first interview...
In today’s clusterfuck of words, I decided to start something new. Well, pretty much everything in this damn blog is new since I just started it, but this will be a (hopefully) weekly recurring, uhh, thing. Basically, what I have decided is to give random people the opportunity to ask me 10 questions. I really don’t care how clean, how dirty, how boring (hopefully not), or how absolutely retarded the questions get. You get 10 questions, no rules, no exceptions. I will, using my best judgment, answer them all. And yes, I will answer them as I see fit, so I'm sorry if you're not getting the answers you wanted, but thats how it is.
Episode I. Will Brackett asks me dumb shit:
1) What would your dream job be if you weren't doing what you do now?
--- Well, this really isn’t much of a surprise to anyone who knows me at all, but I would one day like to be involved in shooting and directing a film. I’ve always wanted to, but I have kind of realized that I need to make enough money to live off of and while I totally respect all those people who move out to LA with the dream of being discovered, I want to give myself some kind of foundation to live off of before I take that plunge.
2) What is your favorite sexual position?
--- Uhm, well since certain members of my family read this blog… My favorite sexual position is….discrete.
3) What kind of dog would you want if you wanted one?
--- For the longest time now I’ve wanted a dog that’s approximately 1/3 wolf. The rest can be husky or any other really but I just want to get a dog that’s part wolf. They look amazing and I would probably train it to kill people named Will.
4) What was going on in the last porn clip you watched?
--- Again with the questions. Well, if I had to guess, there was probably a guy and a girl participating in some sort of athletic activities. I can’t ever be too sure, since there’s pretty much always just one thing going on. I think I always seem to miss the plots. That’s what I get for showing up late.
5) What was your favorite toy when you were little?
--- Dude, I don’t really remember anything from before I was like 14. I’m dead serious; I have the long term memory of anyone I know. So, I’m going to have to guess again and say it was my Sega Genesis. I played the hell out of some Streets of Rage 2.
6) Jessica Alba or Jessica Biel?
--- This one is easy. Jessica Biel, hands down. That girl is pretty much perfection. Jessica Alba is up there too, but that blonde look kind of killed it for me. I love blondes, but it just didn’t fit her at all. Though I will say, she was damn fine in Idle Hands… All three minutes she seemed to be in of it.
7) Is JP gay?
--- To my knowledge I would say no. I happen to have made some slightly disturbing discoveries about Mr. JP that would definitively lead me to believe that he in fact, is not gay. I mean he was a cheerleader along with the rest of us (except you, you were just the wannabe groupie) and everyone knows that the straight guys act gayer than the gay ones. Not that it matters, because I have seen things that I never want to see again, and I have been a witness to events which would stand up in a court of law. That kid is straight, sorry to disappoint, everything else is just the cheerleading side of him coming out (not like that damnit).
8) Have you ever been in a relationship that you regretted being in?
--- No way. I have quite the interesting track record with women. They have been tall, short, crazy (like ‘BITCH IS CRAZY), deceiving, rich, poor, crazy (like ‘BITCH IS LITERALLY MENTALLY INSANE’), and much more. The sad or good thing here is that I don’t regret any of them. Each relationship that I have been in I have learned at least one thing about myself, and a couple of things about what kind of girl the ‘right’ one will be. So, throwing aside all the hell that most relationships are, I regret none of mine.
9) If you could trade places with anyone famous for a day, who would it be?
--- George W. Bush. Stick with me on this one. I would ‘trade places’ with good ol’ dubya. The reason of course is that I could do whatever the fuck I wanted, act like a complete dumb shit, blow up some random countries, fuck the economy up, and no one would even realize it was me.
10) What is something you wish you could say to one of your co-workers if you knew you couldn't be fired?
--- “Hi, I’m Nick.” I’d say more here but with that whole thing on companies stalking their employees MySpace and Facebook accounts, I’m playing it real safe. I mean, it’s not like I would be targeted for any of that since I’m not exactly high profile or anything, but yeah, I’m done.
Episode I. Will Brackett asks me dumb shit:
1) What would your dream job be if you weren't doing what you do now?
--- Well, this really isn’t much of a surprise to anyone who knows me at all, but I would one day like to be involved in shooting and directing a film. I’ve always wanted to, but I have kind of realized that I need to make enough money to live off of and while I totally respect all those people who move out to LA with the dream of being discovered, I want to give myself some kind of foundation to live off of before I take that plunge.
2) What is your favorite sexual position?
--- Uhm, well since certain members of my family read this blog… My favorite sexual position is….discrete.
3) What kind of dog would you want if you wanted one?
--- For the longest time now I’ve wanted a dog that’s approximately 1/3 wolf. The rest can be husky or any other really but I just want to get a dog that’s part wolf. They look amazing and I would probably train it to kill people named Will.
4) What was going on in the last porn clip you watched?
--- Again with the questions. Well, if I had to guess, there was probably a guy and a girl participating in some sort of athletic activities. I can’t ever be too sure, since there’s pretty much always just one thing going on. I think I always seem to miss the plots. That’s what I get for showing up late.
5) What was your favorite toy when you were little?
--- Dude, I don’t really remember anything from before I was like 14. I’m dead serious; I have the long term memory of anyone I know. So, I’m going to have to guess again and say it was my Sega Genesis. I played the hell out of some Streets of Rage 2.
6) Jessica Alba or Jessica Biel?
--- This one is easy. Jessica Biel, hands down. That girl is pretty much perfection. Jessica Alba is up there too, but that blonde look kind of killed it for me. I love blondes, but it just didn’t fit her at all. Though I will say, she was damn fine in Idle Hands… All three minutes she seemed to be in of it.
7) Is JP gay?
--- To my knowledge I would say no. I happen to have made some slightly disturbing discoveries about Mr. JP that would definitively lead me to believe that he in fact, is not gay. I mean he was a cheerleader along with the rest of us (except you, you were just the wannabe groupie) and everyone knows that the straight guys act gayer than the gay ones. Not that it matters, because I have seen things that I never want to see again, and I have been a witness to events which would stand up in a court of law. That kid is straight, sorry to disappoint, everything else is just the cheerleading side of him coming out (not like that damnit).
8) Have you ever been in a relationship that you regretted being in?
--- No way. I have quite the interesting track record with women. They have been tall, short, crazy (like ‘BITCH IS CRAZY), deceiving, rich, poor, crazy (like ‘BITCH IS LITERALLY MENTALLY INSANE’), and much more. The sad or good thing here is that I don’t regret any of them. Each relationship that I have been in I have learned at least one thing about myself, and a couple of things about what kind of girl the ‘right’ one will be. So, throwing aside all the hell that most relationships are, I regret none of mine.
9) If you could trade places with anyone famous for a day, who would it be?
--- George W. Bush. Stick with me on this one. I would ‘trade places’ with good ol’ dubya. The reason of course is that I could do whatever the fuck I wanted, act like a complete dumb shit, blow up some random countries, fuck the economy up, and no one would even realize it was me.
10) What is something you wish you could say to one of your co-workers if you knew you couldn't be fired?
--- “Hi, I’m Nick.” I’d say more here but with that whole thing on companies stalking their employees MySpace and Facebook accounts, I’m playing it real safe. I mean, it’s not like I would be targeted for any of that since I’m not exactly high profile or anything, but yeah, I’m done.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Regarding some moviegoing experiences...
Will was so thrilled to be included in my um, incredibly popular post yesterday that he damn near demanded a follow-up post. Picking a topic to write on is always annoying, since unless I’m outright inspired by some act of stupidity I usually ask for recommendations. The first half of this post is dedicated to the failure that is Will’s taste in movies.
If you haven’t guessed by the tone of that introduction, Will has quite the spread of appreciation in our modern day cinema. I’ll give him some credit; he does like an occasional good movie here and there. The downside to all of this is that this appreciation is completely overshadowed by his interest in other movies, and more appropriately, his track record in convincing his friends to see new releases. The beginning of the end was when he convinced a half dozen of us to go see what he claimed would be an “awesome” movie.
The whole night started off with the group meeting outside of the movie theatre. I’m not going to lie; I was mildly interested in seeing this film because the trailer did a decent job of making it look halfway interesting. The thing you have to appreciate here is that whenever a trailer makes a movie of this caliber look good, you KNOW it’s going to suck. On the other hand, Will continuously thwarted the general consensus by claiming it would be awesome. Whatever, we were all already there. So we all go in the theatre to see The Covenant.
On the chance that you haven’t seen this movie, I’m just going to be very plain and say it sucks. Like, it REALLY sucks. I’m going to equate this film to having an epileptic seizure in the middle of a minefield. It’s just something that doesn’t end well. The only thing memorable from the movie was the very end when Will turned to all of us and all he could manage to say was, “Wow, sorry guys.”
Now, a few months went by and we pretty much avoided seeing any movie with Will that was based off of his recommendation. We THOUGHT we had learned our lesson, but when it came down to it, we gave him another chance. Only a few weeks ago, a much smaller group of us (the others apparently hadn’t forgotten the prior shit recommendation) went to go see another movie.
We all had pretty much agreed that The Covenant was a terrible movie. Semi-Pro made that thing look like the best fucking film ever made. I used to be a fan of Will Ferrell, but his past few movies had instilled zero interest into me seeing Semi-Pro. Of course, Mr. LETS GO SEE THE COVENANT convinced us to check out this steaming pile of crap. There was literally one funny moment in the 60-minutes-too-long-Semi-Pro. The one thing I hate more than anything else when I’m watching a movie is noticing myself checking my watch for the time. I think I had a staring contest in the dark with the face of my watch. Hell, I think I got more entertainment watching the hands move in a circle than I did from the movie.
So it comes down to this. Will, since I know you’ll be reading this, you have one last shot. Three fucking strikes and you’re out. Be very fucking careful the next time you recommend a movie for all of us to go see. If it sucks, we’re going to probably drop you off a bridge onto the beltline. Be forewarned.
If you haven’t guessed by the tone of that introduction, Will has quite the spread of appreciation in our modern day cinema. I’ll give him some credit; he does like an occasional good movie here and there. The downside to all of this is that this appreciation is completely overshadowed by his interest in other movies, and more appropriately, his track record in convincing his friends to see new releases. The beginning of the end was when he convinced a half dozen of us to go see what he claimed would be an “awesome” movie.
The whole night started off with the group meeting outside of the movie theatre. I’m not going to lie; I was mildly interested in seeing this film because the trailer did a decent job of making it look halfway interesting. The thing you have to appreciate here is that whenever a trailer makes a movie of this caliber look good, you KNOW it’s going to suck. On the other hand, Will continuously thwarted the general consensus by claiming it would be awesome. Whatever, we were all already there. So we all go in the theatre to see The Covenant.
On the chance that you haven’t seen this movie, I’m just going to be very plain and say it sucks. Like, it REALLY sucks. I’m going to equate this film to having an epileptic seizure in the middle of a minefield. It’s just something that doesn’t end well. The only thing memorable from the movie was the very end when Will turned to all of us and all he could manage to say was, “Wow, sorry guys.”
Now, a few months went by and we pretty much avoided seeing any movie with Will that was based off of his recommendation. We THOUGHT we had learned our lesson, but when it came down to it, we gave him another chance. Only a few weeks ago, a much smaller group of us (the others apparently hadn’t forgotten the prior shit recommendation) went to go see another movie.
We all had pretty much agreed that The Covenant was a terrible movie. Semi-Pro made that thing look like the best fucking film ever made. I used to be a fan of Will Ferrell, but his past few movies had instilled zero interest into me seeing Semi-Pro. Of course, Mr. LETS GO SEE THE COVENANT convinced us to check out this steaming pile of crap. There was literally one funny moment in the 60-minutes-too-long-Semi-Pro. The one thing I hate more than anything else when I’m watching a movie is noticing myself checking my watch for the time. I think I had a staring contest in the dark with the face of my watch. Hell, I think I got more entertainment watching the hands move in a circle than I did from the movie.
So it comes down to this. Will, since I know you’ll be reading this, you have one last shot. Three fucking strikes and you’re out. Be very fucking careful the next time you recommend a movie for all of us to go see. If it sucks, we’re going to probably drop you off a bridge onto the beltline. Be forewarned.
Monday, March 24, 2008
I'm really not that funny.
After reading my most recent post, my good friend Will made a suggestion to me. Will thought that I was entertaining enough (though I’m not really sure what ‘enough’ means in this context) and that I should create a YouTube channel to host some sort of videoblog. What I have come to realize, is though I do consider myself moderately funny (I can also call this ‘I couldn’t get paid for being funny’ funny) I’m not sure how well I could pull off the whole video thing. I’ve noticed most of my humor either comes from an initial reaction I get to things, or in typing out some random thoughts. The spur of the moment thing works great, but I can’t seem to see that working out in a semi-monologue.
I don’t think I’d make much of a videoblogger, though the idea is intriguing. The only idea I could think up for an initial videoblog would be that I would go and buy $20 worth of lottery tickets. If that isn’t a great indicator of my comedic genius I’m not sure what is. Anyways, what I would do is hopefully make a recording of myself scratching out the tickets for the amusement of the general public. Yes, this is a very stupid idea. The only redeeming factor in it all would be only if I won. The real question is do I want to waste $20 for the sake of entertainment that most likely only 5 people in the world will see?
The more and more I thought about it, the more I realized that it actually would be a tiny bit fun for me. So here is pretty much the outline, the plan if you will, of how my videoblog will come into existence.
Step 1: Find my video camera. Fuck webcams.
Step 2: Figure out how to not look like shit on camera.
Step 3: Make sure the setup is recording audio, because, well, I don’t think my face could hold your attention for more than 7 seconds.
Step 4: Here is the important one. Turn the video camera on, facing myself, with either a tape in it or directly connected to my computer to capture. Then, I would need to start talking to it regarding something worth listening to. I don’t want to waste your time about as much as I don’t want to waste mine (except for the fact that I’m currently writing this to pass the time).
Step 5: Upload the video.
Step 6: Wait
Step 7: Pray that I actually get someone to watch the video.
Step 8: Laugh at the comments of e-dorks making fun of me. I know it’ll happen because I’m one of them.
Step 9: Cry because the e-dorks made fun of me.
And THAT, I believe, is how I will make a successful videoblog. And when I say successful, I actually mean that I’m entertaining myself by posting it. I don’t give a damn about impressing anyone else. Oh, and then those e-dorks will somehow pass my video along and I’ll become e-famous. Then I can have an e-entourage. All the e-girls will come out to talk to me and I’ll help all my friends get e-laid.
I don’t think I’d make much of a videoblogger, though the idea is intriguing. The only idea I could think up for an initial videoblog would be that I would go and buy $20 worth of lottery tickets. If that isn’t a great indicator of my comedic genius I’m not sure what is. Anyways, what I would do is hopefully make a recording of myself scratching out the tickets for the amusement of the general public. Yes, this is a very stupid idea. The only redeeming factor in it all would be only if I won. The real question is do I want to waste $20 for the sake of entertainment that most likely only 5 people in the world will see?
The more and more I thought about it, the more I realized that it actually would be a tiny bit fun for me. So here is pretty much the outline, the plan if you will, of how my videoblog will come into existence.
Step 1: Find my video camera. Fuck webcams.
Step 2: Figure out how to not look like shit on camera.
Step 3: Make sure the setup is recording audio, because, well, I don’t think my face could hold your attention for more than 7 seconds.
Step 4: Here is the important one. Turn the video camera on, facing myself, with either a tape in it or directly connected to my computer to capture. Then, I would need to start talking to it regarding something worth listening to. I don’t want to waste your time about as much as I don’t want to waste mine (except for the fact that I’m currently writing this to pass the time).
Step 5: Upload the video.
Step 6: Wait
Step 7: Pray that I actually get someone to watch the video.
Step 8: Laugh at the comments of e-dorks making fun of me. I know it’ll happen because I’m one of them.
Step 9: Cry because the e-dorks made fun of me.
And THAT, I believe, is how I will make a successful videoblog. And when I say successful, I actually mean that I’m entertaining myself by posting it. I don’t give a damn about impressing anyone else. Oh, and then those e-dorks will somehow pass my video along and I’ll become e-famous. Then I can have an e-entourage. All the e-girls will come out to talk to me and I’ll help all my friends get e-laid.
Friday, March 21, 2008
Good sleep is hard to come by...
So in following with my most recent post, I have discovered yet another thing I might possibly spend a good chunk of my paycheck on. Last night, I just couldn’t sleep. The past week or so my lower back has been painfully sore and I’ve needed to pop it at every possible chance. So I was in bed last night and I just couldn’t take it anymore. It seemed like the center of my bed had fallen into a sinkhole of some kind. It seemed to be bowing down just in the center ever so slightly so I did what any rational person would do. I threw my mattress off the bed and across the room. A few things most likely broke during its cushiony flight before it came to rest against my computer desk. With the heaviest thing out of the way, I flipped up the box spring to discover something quite interesting. Many of the planks of wood that form up the box spring had either been on the verge or breaking or just straight snapped. It was a war zone, fragments of wood were everywhere. If a person fell into the box spring they wouldn't make it out with fewer than 27 splinters. I’m not quite sure how this level of destruction had taken place. What really kind of boggled my mind was how it still maintained it basic boxy frame with so much of its foundation broken.
By this point in the night, I was dead tired, and I didn’t want to deal with it. I decided to handle my situation later so I just picked up the box spring and threw it against a different wall. It was then when I noticed that it was not only the box spring that was broken, but also the metal frame it sat upon. Metal was twisted upon metal with the little connector pieces had apparently snapped off and disappeared from all existence. Again, I was baffled as to how this structure had supported both box spring and mattress. I think I’ve come to the conclusion that the laws of physics do not apply in my bedroom. Anyways, with all of the broken pieces of my nest thrown aside, I dragged (I was tired, damn you all) the mattress back to where its missing comrades had once been stationed.
With the mattress securely stored on the floor of my bedroom, I grabbed my sheets and pillows, and basically fell over on top of them. It didn’t take me long to notice just how much my bed had been caving into the wormhole that was created from a broken box spring and frame. Now, I like sleep as much as anyone else and it’s truly amazing to think of what level of comfort (or well, lack of comfort) I tolerated to get in those daily required hours of shut eye. I woke up this morning actually feeling refreshed. It was weird; I didn’t WANT to get up out of bed. My back, it didn’t hurt. Well, okay, it still hurt, but I didn’t crawl out of bed like an 80-year old man in need of hip and knee replacement.
This whole debacle with the bed prompted what is yet another internal debate with yours truly. Do I buy a new box spring and frame for my bed, or should I continue life three feet shorter? And more importantly, how the hell much would it cost me for a GOOD replacement of those two items? I mean, are they really all that necessary? I guess the one thing that’s left for me to wonder about after alls said and done is: How the hell did I break my box spring that bad?
Thursday, March 20, 2008
MY BRAIN! It decides things for me sometimes...
I think the post of the day will be dedicated to money. I mean really, money is pretty much the center of the universe as I see it. I'm not going to list out a bunch of things like money = power, and the price of gas and blah blah blah. Money is a damn necessity to live.
My mom keeps asking me about the Into the Wild movie. No, I haven't seen it. I really don't want to at that. All I know about it, which I'm not even really sure if it's true, is that some dude, in some state, gives up all of his money. Then, his homeless ass goes to like Alaska or something to live and experience nature. That’s cool, more power to you man. From what I hear, he dies from eating moldy seeds of some variety. See, that’s where it all goes off for me. I have no objections to other people going off, giving up everything they own, and dying from some mold. That’s cool; I think people should live their lives to what they see as the fullest. Personally, I would rather take what little money I have and eat something a little less deadly, say, Taco Bell. Stick with me on this, if I get sick, I'll take the remainder of whatever I have to hire a lawyer and make bank off Taco Hell. THEN, I should be able to at least afford Wendy's. Thus, the circle of life is complete. I love me some spicy chicken sandwiches.
Money - Thank God for a job that actually pays a decent wage. The important thing to remember here is that it's decent for here and now. I still consider myself a recent college graduate (it's only been a year or so) and I'm making a hell of a lot more than the first "job" I managed to land. I was thankful for that job, because it was nice to actually be receiving money. I'm not sure if I would consider myself to have actually "made" the money, since all I did was read books everyday. Anyways, that jobs gone and I'm in a new position I actually kind of enjoy. I'm making enough to start paying off my credit card and student loans. At this point I want to take a break to say the following: Fuck you debt. Well, I'm also investing in a 401k which is kind of cool. My goal for my first few years out of college was to start saving for retirement, so I guess in those terms I'm a success. Anyways, in a couple of months I'll actually be able to start truly stocking up on those crisp George Washingtons and I won't have a savings account that makes me depressed every time I see the balance. This is all assuming I don't follow the plan in the next paragraph.
So, another one of my goals for my early post-graduate life can also be named my personal lofty aspirations. So I know I'm not making a LOT of money. That's fine. The one main goal in the next couple of years is to buy (ha) a house. I really do enjoy the fact that I plan on succumbing myself to some terrible debt pretty much immediately after vanquish my student loans. Even though the house market makes babies cry right now, I see this as a good step. I've been living in the same condo since college, (well, regardless of if I actually stayed there) and I'm ready to move on and out to a place of my own. People who know me well would think I have certain motives for me pushing myself out of nice place I'm currently residing, but that's not true. I really have wanted to get my own place for the longest time. The only problem is to make the payments I'll probably have would require me to take on a roommate. So far the best option out there would be JP. While our schedules don't exactly line up being that I get up at 6:00AM for work throughout the week, he is one of the few people I could trust to make payments each month. Oh, there are plenty of other people I would trust, except they are pretty much all committed to living somewhere else for a while. It's all a matter of finding the right place I guess. Luckily, both JP and I like nice shit so the house would be well stocked and hopefully kept moderately clean.
I think I've taken this blog post a bit out of control. I probably need to try to not just write whatever pops into my head as I think it. Maybe some defined form to these posts? Who knows? I think I'm done for now.
Oh yeah, when I was a kid I named my pet bird Dollar.
My mom keeps asking me about the Into the Wild movie. No, I haven't seen it. I really don't want to at that. All I know about it, which I'm not even really sure if it's true, is that some dude, in some state, gives up all of his money. Then, his homeless ass goes to like Alaska or something to live and experience nature. That’s cool, more power to you man. From what I hear, he dies from eating moldy seeds of some variety. See, that’s where it all goes off for me. I have no objections to other people going off, giving up everything they own, and dying from some mold. That’s cool; I think people should live their lives to what they see as the fullest. Personally, I would rather take what little money I have and eat something a little less deadly, say, Taco Bell. Stick with me on this, if I get sick, I'll take the remainder of whatever I have to hire a lawyer and make bank off Taco Hell. THEN, I should be able to at least afford Wendy's. Thus, the circle of life is complete. I love me some spicy chicken sandwiches.
Money - Thank God for a job that actually pays a decent wage. The important thing to remember here is that it's decent for here and now. I still consider myself a recent college graduate (it's only been a year or so) and I'm making a hell of a lot more than the first "job" I managed to land. I was thankful for that job, because it was nice to actually be receiving money. I'm not sure if I would consider myself to have actually "made" the money, since all I did was read books everyday. Anyways, that jobs gone and I'm in a new position I actually kind of enjoy. I'm making enough to start paying off my credit card and student loans. At this point I want to take a break to say the following: Fuck you debt. Well, I'm also investing in a 401k which is kind of cool. My goal for my first few years out of college was to start saving for retirement, so I guess in those terms I'm a success. Anyways, in a couple of months I'll actually be able to start truly stocking up on those crisp George Washingtons and I won't have a savings account that makes me depressed every time I see the balance. This is all assuming I don't follow the plan in the next paragraph.
So, another one of my goals for my early post-graduate life can also be named my personal lofty aspirations. So I know I'm not making a LOT of money. That's fine. The one main goal in the next couple of years is to buy (ha) a house. I really do enjoy the fact that I plan on succumbing myself to some terrible debt pretty much immediately after vanquish my student loans. Even though the house market makes babies cry right now, I see this as a good step. I've been living in the same condo since college, (well, regardless of if I actually stayed there) and I'm ready to move on and out to a place of my own. People who know me well would think I have certain motives for me pushing myself out of nice place I'm currently residing, but that's not true. I really have wanted to get my own place for the longest time. The only problem is to make the payments I'll probably have would require me to take on a roommate. So far the best option out there would be JP. While our schedules don't exactly line up being that I get up at 6:00AM for work throughout the week, he is one of the few people I could trust to make payments each month. Oh, there are plenty of other people I would trust, except they are pretty much all committed to living somewhere else for a while. It's all a matter of finding the right place I guess. Luckily, both JP and I like nice shit so the house would be well stocked and hopefully kept moderately clean.
I think I've taken this blog post a bit out of control. I probably need to try to not just write whatever pops into my head as I think it. Maybe some defined form to these posts? Who knows? I think I'm done for now.
Oh yeah, when I was a kid I named my pet bird Dollar.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Hello and welcome
Hi,
In case you haven't figured it out this is Nick. I'm probably bored and/or moderately busy. Basically, this is yet another new blog I "plan" on updating on a regular basis. If my blogging history proves anything, this will probably be the 3rd to last post I ever make. Hopefully I'll actually stick with this one and provide some kind of an update to those interested every now and then. I guess I can start off with a quick recap of this last weekends activities.
SAVANNAH.
Yes, a group of us made the trip down to Georgia for the St. Patrick's Day celebration. JP, Tony, and I headed on down on Thursday and started the weekend off like you'd imagine. We got to town, got dressed, and hit the bars. I know we hit The Bar Bar, but thats about all I remember from that night other than meeting up with the rest of our party. Jason, Wes, and both of their girlfriends.
Friday came, and this was the day of the parade. Lots of "interesting" people came out for the parade this year. I overheard one group of people who seemed best described as vagrants saying something about themselves being a, "travelling troupe." I didn't care to stick around to hear and smell the rest of the conversation. The drinking continued throughout the night.
Saturday was quite the interesting day. Sushi for lunch at Sushi Zen. Pretty decent sushi and sake. Dinner was at the Pirate House. Now this was when the group grew. We met up with everyone (I'm guessing 20-30 total) and after a few Skullcrushers (rum, rum, rum) we were seated. Quite the rowdy group, everyone else in the room we were seated in pretty much hated us. We had an awful waitress that pretty much would have ruined everyones experience there if it weren't for the skullcrushers. After dinner and some moderate nudity, we headed back to the hotel to prepare for the night.
So, we're sitting in the hotel getting ready to go out. JP disappears with a new friend for a while, and the power flickers. We're all like "WOOOOO" because, well, we're still kind of drunk. Then, the room goes black. We look out the window, the entire city is dark. Hooray, the city of Savannah was experiencing a blackout. So, like any reasonable person, we decide to head out of our hotel in search of booze.
Let me tell you, its rather cool to see thousand and thousands of drunk people wandering the darkened streets in a cooperative search for alcohol. Cops were pretty much everywhere, and a storm was coming in (the sky was constantly flashing). Somehow, the group got split up in the mess, and Tony and I found a cash bar. After a drink, we decided to head back to the hotel. Eventually, we meet up with everyone and we make yet another decision. We grab our stuff, the table Jason brought, and head up to the pool on the roof.
BEER PONG.
I'm not quite sure why it was decided to bring beer pong to Savannah for St. Patrick's Day, but it was put to use. JP showed back up, apparently having left his new friend. Through the wind on the roof we were able to play for a tiny bit before the State Troopers came and kicked us back down to the lower levels. This BITCH of a Trooper took out her frustration on us. We were very polite the entire time, but no matter what we said to her, she just looked at us and didn't say a word. Eventually, while waiting for the elevators (backup generators were working in the hotel, though the rooms still had no power or A/C) this cute lil' girl went up and thanked the tropper for being out and helping. Finally, the bitch trooper started to talk. She went OFF. She was apparently pissed off that she had to come play security guard for some drunk people. The one thing I remember her saying to us all was, "You come down here on vacation and you leave on probation."
YOU COME DOWN HERE ON VACATION AND LEAVE ON PROBATION. It's only a tiny bit funny until you realize WHY she was saying that. She was talking about how everyone had an open container and everyone had already been given enough breaks. Basically, she said we weren't allowed to drink in the halls or on the roof. For those of you who know Savannah, they have this nice little policy that basically says, you can get to-go cups in the bars and drink in the streets in certain parts of the city (such as where our hotel was.) So basically, to break it down for you, we weren't allowed to drink in the halls of our hotel, so we took our drinks down to the lobby, out the door, and directly in to the streets where it was allowed. Tons of people were out there relaxing, and waiting for the storm to come.
That's pretty much all there is to say for now, we hung out, met a lot of people (tons from the Raleigh area) and eventually ended up with the seven of us in our room, with no A/C, making fun of each other, telling jokes, and listening to this old crazy woman with a high pitched voice talking about a tornado coming through our mess of a room.
We got up Sunday morning, cleaned up, packed up, and left.
It was a good weekend. Let the countdown begin for next year.
In case you haven't figured it out this is Nick. I'm probably bored and/or moderately busy. Basically, this is yet another new blog I "plan" on updating on a regular basis. If my blogging history proves anything, this will probably be the 3rd to last post I ever make. Hopefully I'll actually stick with this one and provide some kind of an update to those interested every now and then. I guess I can start off with a quick recap of this last weekends activities.
SAVANNAH.
Yes, a group of us made the trip down to Georgia for the St. Patrick's Day celebration. JP, Tony, and I headed on down on Thursday and started the weekend off like you'd imagine. We got to town, got dressed, and hit the bars. I know we hit The Bar Bar, but thats about all I remember from that night other than meeting up with the rest of our party. Jason, Wes, and both of their girlfriends.
Friday came, and this was the day of the parade. Lots of "interesting" people came out for the parade this year. I overheard one group of people who seemed best described as vagrants saying something about themselves being a, "travelling troupe." I didn't care to stick around to hear and smell the rest of the conversation. The drinking continued throughout the night.
Saturday was quite the interesting day. Sushi for lunch at Sushi Zen. Pretty decent sushi and sake. Dinner was at the Pirate House. Now this was when the group grew. We met up with everyone (I'm guessing 20-30 total) and after a few Skullcrushers (rum, rum, rum) we were seated. Quite the rowdy group, everyone else in the room we were seated in pretty much hated us. We had an awful waitress that pretty much would have ruined everyones experience there if it weren't for the skullcrushers. After dinner and some moderate nudity, we headed back to the hotel to prepare for the night.
So, we're sitting in the hotel getting ready to go out. JP disappears with a new friend for a while, and the power flickers. We're all like "WOOOOO" because, well, we're still kind of drunk. Then, the room goes black. We look out the window, the entire city is dark. Hooray, the city of Savannah was experiencing a blackout. So, like any reasonable person, we decide to head out of our hotel in search of booze.
Let me tell you, its rather cool to see thousand and thousands of drunk people wandering the darkened streets in a cooperative search for alcohol. Cops were pretty much everywhere, and a storm was coming in (the sky was constantly flashing). Somehow, the group got split up in the mess, and Tony and I found a cash bar. After a drink, we decided to head back to the hotel. Eventually, we meet up with everyone and we make yet another decision. We grab our stuff, the table Jason brought, and head up to the pool on the roof.
BEER PONG.
I'm not quite sure why it was decided to bring beer pong to Savannah for St. Patrick's Day, but it was put to use. JP showed back up, apparently having left his new friend. Through the wind on the roof we were able to play for a tiny bit before the State Troopers came and kicked us back down to the lower levels. This BITCH of a Trooper took out her frustration on us. We were very polite the entire time, but no matter what we said to her, she just looked at us and didn't say a word. Eventually, while waiting for the elevators (backup generators were working in the hotel, though the rooms still had no power or A/C) this cute lil' girl went up and thanked the tropper for being out and helping. Finally, the bitch trooper started to talk. She went OFF. She was apparently pissed off that she had to come play security guard for some drunk people. The one thing I remember her saying to us all was, "You come down here on vacation and you leave on probation."
YOU COME DOWN HERE ON VACATION AND LEAVE ON PROBATION. It's only a tiny bit funny until you realize WHY she was saying that. She was talking about how everyone had an open container and everyone had already been given enough breaks. Basically, she said we weren't allowed to drink in the halls or on the roof. For those of you who know Savannah, they have this nice little policy that basically says, you can get to-go cups in the bars and drink in the streets in certain parts of the city (such as where our hotel was.) So basically, to break it down for you, we weren't allowed to drink in the halls of our hotel, so we took our drinks down to the lobby, out the door, and directly in to the streets where it was allowed. Tons of people were out there relaxing, and waiting for the storm to come.
That's pretty much all there is to say for now, we hung out, met a lot of people (tons from the Raleigh area) and eventually ended up with the seven of us in our room, with no A/C, making fun of each other, telling jokes, and listening to this old crazy woman with a high pitched voice talking about a tornado coming through our mess of a room.
We got up Sunday morning, cleaned up, packed up, and left.
It was a good weekend. Let the countdown begin for next year.
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